Jesus is the Reason for
the Season:
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Jesus is the reason for the
season.
that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in Him should not
perish, but have everlasting life.'
John 3:16
Christmas Poems:
Jesus is the Reason: And too little to know
I thought 'Merry Christmas'
Meant presents and snow
Just a big tree with tinsel and
lights all aglow.
I didn't understand nor
Do I think that I cared
The true message of Christmas
Was the Love that God shared!
was born in a manger
But what's the fuss about some baby
who to me was a stranger?
It wasn't until I had children of
my own That my heart strings were
tugged and the void became known.
about life is to love
And that Jesus, my Savior, was sent
from above His life an example of true
love and devotion
The lights, sounds and hustle ...
nothing more than commotion.
given for me Was so hard to believe
yet so simple to see
Oh, I still sing and buy gifts to than
those I love But I'll never forget God's
great gift from above.
So make no mistake
of this Truth I partake
His birth is the reason
to bring Joy to this season!
Author Unknown
Twas the night before Jesus
came: 'Twas the night before Jesus came
and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not
one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf
without care In hopes that Jesus
would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl
into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing
a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on
her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I
took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such
a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was
the matter.
Away to the window I flew like
a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up
the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should
appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus
was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a
bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be
The Day!
The light of His face made me cover my
head
It was Jesus! returning just like He had
said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom
and wealth
I cried when I saw Him in spite of
myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in
His hand
Was written the name of every saved
man.
He spoke not a word as He
searched for my name;
When He said "It's not here" my
head hung in shame.
The people whose names had
been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father
above.
With those who were ready
He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left
standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it
was too
late;
I had waited too long and this sealed
my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out
of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready
tonight.
In the words of this poem
the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and
when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was
true after all!
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